The miner's dinner was hardly hearty, a piece of hard brown bread that could be used as a weapon, and a bucket of vegetarian dishes in a mess of colors. Well, it's gone. If you want to eat better, you have to buy it yourself.

After distributing the things into everyone's hands, the fat cook looked at the crowd inexplicably, and finally shook his head and closed the door.

The people in the house were naturally not in the mood to eat now, and they looked at Dawn standing in the field with complicated faces. Even ordinary people who do not understand martial arts will think that Dawn is a magician, otherwise how can he defeat a warrior without touching each other's body? As for those in shackles, they knew that Teton was going to lose when the cold came. How could a man with such a murderous intention be easy to provoke? But they still did not expect that Dawn's skill would be so good that Frey was beaten and injured under the same face. In any case, the atmosphere in the field was softened a little because of the food delivery man. Dawn had no intention of attacking again, and the dozen or so people who jumped over there were stopped by Frey.

"ahem, um." Frey's body trembled, as if he had forcibly suppressed something, and then waved his hand and said, "everybody stop." This brother, it was my fault just now, and I beg your pardon. "

Whatever the reason, it was true that he had just forced his way into the war circle to help Teton. If both sides had seen life and death just now, it would be reasonable. After all, no one knows whether you are just trying to save people or to help you attack. "it's easy to say." Dawn said noncommittal. Taking people's lives here will eventually be investigated, and it would be bad to be shackled in the end. Besides, Frey had learned his lesson, so Dawn didn't seem to care much.

When Fred saw that Dawn would not be investigated, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head and said, "Teton, you …". "

The words have not been said, but the meaning is already clear.

Teton, who looked pale over there, like an unconscious Teton, was awakened, looked at Frey, and nodded his thanks. Then the right hand was raised, neatly chopped on the left shoulder, rubbed without a hum, and the arm was powerless to hang down. This is a previous bet, and Teton is very single.

Dawn nodded and walked up to Frey.

"Hmm? What else do you want to do? " Startled, the shackled men quickly formed a defensive formation and stood in front of Frey.

"get out of the way!" Frey drank back the crowd, looking very calm.

This man is not simple. With a secret compliment, Don walked up to Frey, leaned over in the gaze of everyone, patted each other on the chest, and his hands flashed with blood.

"Damn it! You. " When a man saw the sudden light, he thought Dawn was a sneak attack, and his canthus was about to crack.

Bang!

"stop it!" Frey quickly got up and grabbed the man's fist and threw it directly behind him. Then he bowed to Don and said, "Thank you." Of course he knew what Don had just done, in order to recover the blood that had ravaged him.

"Oh, you're welcome!" Since he can't leave in a short period of time, it is necessary to make good friends with Frey, who is quite pleasing to his eyes. After all, he has a lot of prestige here.

"Oh, yes." Dawn, who took two steps back, touched his nose and turned to the crowd and said, "I don't want what happened just now to get out, so please."

"er." In silence, everyone nodded and responded.

"Thank you!" Dawn made a simple salute.

The matter finally came to an end, and then several people in shackles sent the quilt back in embarrassment. Then Nafre got some bacon and wine out of nowhere, and they were impolite to eat and drink with him when there was something delicious to eat and drink. Then a few more people came one after another, and they sat together and talked to each other happily. Of course, Teton and his gang didn't come.

Dawn's habit of debating the environment was deep in his bones, and the room was mainly divided into three groups: the dozen shackled men with Frey, the group led by Teton, and the rest of the ordinary miners.

First contact, just handed over the second hand, the content of the chat is naturally some polite words, there is no valuable information. The only thing we know is that Frey and Teton were both born in the army. It was as if Frey had committed a crime and offended a great man, so he ended up like this. As for Teton, who seemed to be a little involved by Frey, he finally got here.

After all the food was eaten in a roll and empty, the humble dinner came to an end. It was late at night, and everyone climbed into bed and began to have a rest.

Because the quilt smelled so bad, Dawn entered the system space as soon as he went to bed.

"Ding, get eighty blood spirit."

"Ding, get 50 blood spirit."

"Ding, get."

Recently are constantly being hunted, so Dawn has not entered the space for a long time. As soon as I came in, I was stunned by the constant sound of system prompts. He doesn't remember how many soldiers he killed these days. Anyway, from now on, there will be no less. The cue finally stopped after several minutes, when his blood gas value soared to more than 13000, approaching a lot from the next level.

"Ding, the skill of killing will be improved to proficiency."

"Ding, the air kill skill has been improved to proficiency."

"Ding, the ghost skill has been upgraded to proficiency."

Uh. Don opened his mouth in a moment of ecstasy. No wonder it feels so easy to use these skills recently. It turns out that it is because of the upgrade.

Looking at the high blood gas value and the upgrading of several major skills, Dawn could not help smacking his lips. Sure enough, the battlefield is my world. In fact, this is also true and wrong, because on the battlefield, although Dawn is not good at fighting head-on, he has a lot more chances to fight, which is of great help to the proficiency of skills and the growth of blood spirit. But relatively speaking, Dawn's killer level will stop, because if you don't take the job, you will have no experience. He now has only one mission to assassinate Sisman on the system task list.

Of course, Dawn now has little desire to upgrade. After all, the current skills have been enough for him to practice for a while, and he has a bloody lesson in the truth that he can't chew off more than he can chew.

At this time, the space was still like the original woods, and the old housekeeper was resting in a beautiful wooden house. Dawn must have known that he had come in, but his absence at this time meant ignoring him.

Dawn followed his old habit of going straight to the training area and began to repeat the dagger technique. To be honest, Dawn's natural hand speed is really average, no better than the gifted Mitchio. But the old housekeeper said that the human body is a small universe, no one knows where the limit is, there are only bottlenecks. As long as you break it, your strength will be improved. Of course, if you want to break, you have to train and train again and again. No one's success is accidental. There are various stages of hand speed training in space, which is Dawn's unique advantage, but if you don't spend much more time and energy than others, the result will be in vain.

Dawn's exercise was not going well tonight because his external body trembled two or three times. Although the jitter is slight, it shows up on the light screen of the space.

But when Dawn went out, he found nothing, neither trembling nor any sign of danger. This made Don, who had not encountered such a situation again, quite confused. After thinking for a moment, he did not wake up the old housekeeper to inquire.

The wobble finally died down after several times, and Dawn exercised for several hours and fell into a deep sleep in space.